To recap: Recently, I visited
Friday Harbor, San Juan Island Washington, USA.
I think about that trip everyday. Sometimes, I wish I was back there.
My goal is to return one day, but until then...
This is False Bay. At low tide, it is a sandy, muddy beach.
But at high tide, the beach disappears underwater.
The day I visited, some kids and a dog were frolicking there.
Next time, I will be the one frolicking.
This is South Beach. There's lots of wood, big wood, strewn around.
We had to climb over it to get to the waters edge.
This area was the location of the American Camp.
The camp was created in 1859,
in response to the death of a pig and a border dispute between the U.S. and Britain.
Nearby, one can find the corresponding English camp.
I spent a short time skipping rocks with this character here.
Quickly I realised I would never be able to skip rocks,
into the choppy water, as nicely as
he could. He advised me to practice, practice, practice.
I declined. Instead I chose to lounge around and take snapshots.
This is were I met new friends. Everyone there
was friendly and inquisitive.
But lately I've been wondering, why don't they write?
Still, they were fantastic hosts and I plan to visit again.
Happy Birthday Tam!
To be continued...
Friday Harbor, San Juan Island Washington, USA.
I think about that trip everyday. Sometimes, I wish I was back there.
My goal is to return one day, but until then...
This is False Bay. At low tide, it is a sandy, muddy beach.
But at high tide, the beach disappears underwater.
The day I visited, some kids and a dog were frolicking there.
Next time, I will be the one frolicking.
This is South Beach. There's lots of wood, big wood, strewn around.
We had to climb over it to get to the waters edge.
This area was the location of the American Camp.
The camp was created in 1859,
in response to the death of a pig and a border dispute between the U.S. and Britain.
Nearby, one can find the corresponding English camp.
I spent a short time skipping rocks with this character here.
Quickly I realised I would never be able to skip rocks,
into the choppy water, as nicely as
he could. He advised me to practice, practice, practice.
I declined. Instead I chose to lounge around and take snapshots.
This is were I met new friends. Everyone there
was friendly and inquisitive.
But lately I've been wondering, why don't they write?
Still, they were fantastic hosts and I plan to visit again.
Happy Birthday Tam!
To be continued...
I love that first picture! Do I have a copy of that? How did you get such a cool picture when I was right beside you and all I got was mud? That's not fair! I'm telling!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I'm not much good at skipping stones either. Both my boys can really make them skip though - sometimes as much as FIVE hops! Must be a "guy thing"... I want to visit Friday Harbor ... and I think I'm making PLANS!
ReplyDeleteHi. Quilly sent me.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. If you give them critters a keyboard i bet you would get emails.
Oh, and you can find me here
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Oh, cool! I didn't know the west coast had a Bay of Fundy. I see pedagogy runs in the family.
ReplyDeleteOh, and not to brag, but I skip stones like they was crickets.
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